With no money, other than the small wad of bills I took from my house, and no history of spying, we were going to meet Tolliver face to face. Something inside me told me that in the right circumstance, Tolliver would love to come clean about everything, but only if he thought I was nailed.

Greg was a gadget head at heart, so he went home and returned to the safe house with a plethora of electronics equipment. He had a miniature camera that he said could pass for a button and a small, lavalier...